| For how long have they done thy will
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| «The sun of midnight is ever the son»
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| How much it takes to see what burns our skin
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| Oh what have we achieved by this
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| Words are spoken and things are done, What is wrong
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| God is damned but god’s animal mother is alright
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| «I can’t find myself, Don’t need this anymore»
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| (Well, At least my mother has faith in magic)
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| The loss of strength could not have me
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| Asinine and golden I ride to this city
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| While by our lady precious chaos rules
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| For how long has all been in dirt
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| Let’s hope it rains, I think they’re dying or is it just me
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| Well, At least the stars gave birth to something new
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| But if it’s the kind of love and it’s the kind of love
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| That we’ve been warned about, They’re in trouble
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| And the stakes are high as that of Bruno’s
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| For all the humble tyrants nowadays
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| Is it better to keep on singing
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| «Your paths were never even close to mine»
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| When I was cast aside I thought it’d be my fate
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| With hollow eyes Proserpina’s garden is left behind
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| And the stakes are high as that of Bruno’s
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| For all the humble tyrants nowadays
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| Is it better to keep on singing
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| «Your paths were never even close to mine» |